that's alright, i found a silenced pistol in sunnyvalle...? or whatever that little street corner town is called just outside the vault... but, i did restart, left simms and burke alive but the funny thing is, in my first file, i got the information about my dad for free from moriarty... but the second time, i had to pay 300 caps because i turned down his offer of 100 caps after i failed the chance of getting it for free ... but, i've also found numerous things i missed early in my first game like additional caps, more weapons, and a bobble-head i missed back in the vault...

what a fun little game this is, already in my second start, i've witnessed numerous dialog changes, and i've had to play out certain situations a little different than the first time... right now, i have done two survival guide quests for the crater supply lady, and i am about to go help this little kid find his father in that "ditchville?" town... then, it's off to the galaxy radio station for pops...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

Surely people should be using spoiler tags. I'm going to play this game one day.

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QUOTE (Stoic Person Eater @ Oct 13 2008, 01:50 PM)

Everyone got it right. You're fucking retarded and you'll be lucky to live to 18. If you do, you'll probably spend the majority of your adulthood bouncing in and out of correction facilities all over Florida getting raped by the African Nation.

QUOTE (angeal 18 @ Nov 9 2008, 01:07 AM)

Well I'm probably getting banned so I guess there's one last thing to do, Masturbate to Santa Claus and Osama Bin Laden porn...

argh... most of what i am saying is within the first couple of hours of gameplay... i'm not spoiling much...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

Surely people should be using spoiler tags. I'm going to play this game one day.

[spoiler]So fucking what, don't read the topic. We haven't ruined anything storyline-wise. I also expect you to now go over all your posts in the Other Games section and spoiler tag all of them.[/spoiler]

that's alright, i found a silenced pistol in sunnyvalle...? or whatever that little street corner town is called just outside the vault... but, i did restart, left simms and burke alive but the funny thing is, in my first file, i got the information about my dad for free from moriarty... but the second time, i had to pay 300 caps because i turned down his offer of 100 caps after i failed the chance of getting it for free ... but, i've also found numerous things i missed early in my first game like additional caps, more weapons, and a bobble-head i missed back in the vault...

what a fun little game this is, already in my second start, i've witnessed numerous dialog changes, and i've had to play out certain situations a little different than the first time... right now, i have done two survival guide quests for the crater supply lady, and i am about to go help this little kid find his father in that "ditchville?" town... then, it's off to the galaxy radio station for pops...

Wait, you got it free the first time, and you still bothered to even talk to him the second time? I didn't pay him the 2nd time. Glad you grabbed the bobble head. Grayditch, and good fucking luck. What level are you?

i'm now at level 5... i've done a lot since that post... i've found about 3 new towns and few more locations to warp to, 2 more bobble-heads, and i now have my very own house in megaton... it's fucking great!! i can now just store a bunch of stuff in the lockers and cabinets instead of selling everything...

ohh, and i found the brotherhood of steel too ... i actually have their armor stored in my house... apparently i need training to wear it... and i also got to help take down a MAMMOTH super mutant... the bastard was like 10 stories tall!! it was epic...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

yeah the Behemoth was fun. did you use the Fat-Man? you'll receive training for the power armor in time. I'm glad you're enjoying it dude, but srsly, accept my PSN request. lol

i dids dood!! ... haven't used the fat-man yet tho... i kinda forgot about it... once i got my house, i just stored in a cabinet and forgot about it ...

i only did one quest over the weekend... i thought i was gonna log 10-15 or so hours this weekend but, i ended up playing other games... i did "the family" quest where i damn near blew myself up a few times with those mines and bear traps littered all over the place... after blowing my legs off the second time, i realized i had to pay attention to where i was walking ...

i'll pry move onto the GNR quest next...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

i've found about 3 new towns and few more locations to warp to, 2 more bobble-heads, and i now have my very own house in megaton... it's fucking great!! i can now just store a bunch of stuff in the lockers and cabinets instead of selling everything...

Nice work. I stash everything like a pack rat into the women's bathroom locker.No one ever steals it, and literally everything you find (even burned books by the ton)is worth something. The first time I sold all the junk I got like 1,000 caps,but it was from a combination of the crater supply, the food place, and the caravans outside megaton.

Can't wait to get the house, explosives skill not that high yet. Haven't found any bobble heads, and already screwed up by not taking the one in the vault, and hacking a terminal 4 times instead of backing out.

i've found about 3 new towns and few more locations to warp to, 2 more bobble-heads, and i now have my very own house in megaton... it's fucking great!! i can now just store a bunch of stuff in the lockers and cabinets instead of selling everything...

Nice work. I stash everything like a pack rat into the women's bathroom locker.No one ever steals it, and literally everything you find (even burned books by the ton)is worth something. The first time I sold all the junk I got like 1,000 caps,but it was from a combination of the crater supply, the food place, and the caravans outside megaton.

Can't wait to get the house, explosives skill not that high yet. Haven't found any bobble heads, and already screwed up by not taking the one in the vault, and hacking a terminal 4 times instead of backing out.

all you need is an explosives skill of 25... taking mentats will help boost your overall skill points, which could be enough to boost the explosives one...

if your looking fer a bobble-head, just break into lucas simms place ...

...and yea, i've been hording everything i find so, i can turn around and sell it all around megaton for some caps... i really desperately need caps... collecting money is quite a challenge in this game...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

i've found about 3 new towns and few more locations to warp to, 2 more bobble-heads, and i now have my very own house in megaton... it's fucking great!! i can now just store a bunch of stuff in the lockers and cabinets instead of selling everything...

Nice work. I stash everything like a pack rat into the women's bathroom locker.No one ever steals it, and literally everything you find (even burned books by the ton)is worth something. The first time I sold all the junk I got like 1,000 caps,but it was from a combination of the crater supply, the food place, and the caravans outside megaton.

Can't wait to get the house, explosives skill not that high yet. Haven't found any bobble heads, and already screwed up by not taking the one in the vault, and hacking a terminal 4 times instead of backing out.

all you need is an explosives skill of 25... taking mentats will help boost your overall skill points, which could be enough to boost the explosives one...

if your looking fer a bobble-head, just break into lucas simms place ...

...and yea, i've been hording everything i find so, i can turn around and sell it all around megaton for some caps... i really desperately need caps... collecting money is quite a challenge in this game...

I'm sitting at 1400 caps at the moment, 1 mission from the end (reloaded an old save), and I have NO IDEA how it happened. I don't remember selling a damn thing.

i've found about 3 new towns and few more locations to warp to, 2 more bobble-heads, and i now have my very own house in megaton... it's fucking great!! i can now just store a bunch of stuff in the lockers and cabinets instead of selling everything...

Nice work. I stash everything like a pack rat into the women's bathroom locker.No one ever steals it, and literally everything you find (even burned books by the ton)is worth something. The first time I sold all the junk I got like 1,000 caps,but it was from a combination of the crater supply, the food place, and the caravans outside megaton.

Can't wait to get the house, explosives skill not that high yet. Haven't found any bobble heads, and already screwed up by not taking the one in the vault, and hacking a terminal 4 times instead of backing out.

all you need is an explosives skill of 25... taking mentats will help boost your overall skill points, which could be enough to boost the explosives one...

if your looking fer a bobble-head, just break into lucas simms place ...

...and yea, i've been hording everything i find so, i can turn around and sell it all around megaton for some caps... i really desperately need caps... collecting money is quite a challenge in this game...

I'm sitting at 1400 caps at the moment, 1 mission from the end (reloaded an old save), and I have NO IDEA how it happened. I don't remember selling a damn thing.

You got paid for some work perhaps?Or grabbed a large stash?

I finally started a new game and got my girl loadedup *before* leaving the vault, bobblehead included,and selected explosives when exiting so that I now have the house. So much better than the bathroom.

Also it was a different Raider Boss this time when taking over the school library and underground ant tunnels.

anyone done the GNR communication tower mission yet? i just did that last night... fucking fucking epic!! i don't wanna spoil a bunch of stuff here but, lets just say you go to a couple of the DC museums and have a few EPIC scenes, fighting epic enemies, and one of the scariest video game moments for me in a while ... i literally turned around thinking i could find another route... but, i had to face the music and head that way...

some of you might know what i am talking about but, [spoiler]its the scene where you entered the vault-tec demonstration at the museum of technology... i seriously was freaking out because the lights kept on turning on in every corridor i passed and the siren went off in the demonstration... i though for sure the enemies herd that, and they did ... but, it scared me because i thought i was about to be shut in with all those super mutants... it's one of the best scene's i've seen in a video game... ever... it was very epic and awesome[/spoiler]...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

[spoiler]Yeah that was a pretty good quest. I'm glad I went back and did it in the end, I wasn't going to do it as I'd been to Rivet City already. But I did it and got the key to 3-Dogs cache instead. The Vault-Tec tour was very good. I figured there'd be a way into the scens behind the glass and I'd get fucked up in there, but luckily not. I'm not a big fan of the vaults anyway, there's something.. wrong about them. Hell if you read the logs in some of the vaults you'll fuckin know what I mean. [/spoiler]

[spoiler]remember the demonstration scenes where they were talking about the amenities of the vault housing? ... "and your wife will enjoy the new vault-tec stove... perfect for standing in front of all day"... i busted up laughing at that one... and man, i was starting at the cosmos from that one planetarium machine i awe because of how cool it looked... and next thing i knew, super mutants were like 2 feet from me ... there were lots of "OH SHIT!" moments like that inside that technology museum... i don't know if there's anything else that can top it, it was just an awesome quest[/spoiler]...

my next destination is rivet city... herd the rumors about what it really is.. can't wait to see it...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

I've noticed that the money adds up quicklyafter level 7 and especially downtown near GNR. [spoiler]Between doing raids on the Raiders' pads,the Feral Ghouls/Roamers and the giant mutant dudes I've already got the special labs/bench set up in the house.They are IMO the best value of the cap, making stimpaksand all of the various home made weapons, curing addictions....Although they are very expensive. ($1700+)Moira is expensive in general, you can find her itemsfree in locked houses or cheaper from some caravans. (Rock-it Launcher schematic, etc)[/spoiler]Man I love this game.

[spoiler]remember the demonstration scenes where they were talking about the amenities of the vault housing? ... "and your wife will enjoy the new vault-tec stove... perfect for standing in front of all day"... i busted up laughing at that one... and man, i was starting at the cosmos from that one planetarium machine i awe because of how cool it looked... and next thing i knew, super mutants were like 2 feet from me ... there were lots of "OH SHIT!" moments like that inside that technology museum... i don't know if there's anything else that can top it, it was just an awesome quest[/spoiler]...

my next destination is rivet city... herd the rumors about what it really is.. can't wait to see it...

[spoiler]God, the planetarium... So beautiful until those fucking Super Mutants ruined it, I run so much in this game. I run more than people run in Mirror's Edge. I'm still finding it addictive, I'll be playing LBP and all of a sudden I just have to switch disk to do something, a quest, a walk in the wastes, anything. Just cause. No other games have done that for me.[/spoiler]

yea, i noticed that i have been playing this game as much as i played GTAIV when it came out... i always seem to get a at least 2 hours a day with the game... and on most evenings, we're talking the entire evening ... there's just so much to do that, you never stop and say, "what do i do next?!"

i'm approaching level 13... my dude is a bona fide stud in close range combat... i can take down super mutants with 1-2 VAT selections with the 10mm SMG (usually one)... usually 2 with the chinese rifle... i did find a scoped .44 and i do have a sniper so, i am thinking of keeping my awesome close-range stats where they are and seeing if i can become an accomplished sniper as well... i'm staying away from the big guns with this game save... i plan on using lots of big guns in my next game when i try to play as an evil bitch ...

i'm about a little over 50% done with the main quest but, i've been working on the side ones as well, and just exploring... i used to fear the super mutants but now, i look forward to em...

anyone seen the deathclaw yet? saw my first one last night... [spoiler]thank god for the dart gun!![/spoiler]...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.